Jiang Ling, however, was different. She had just turned eighteen this year, her face brimming with collagen, her eyes bright and lively, radiating the aura of a young girl.
With her good looks, suitable age, and this kind of acting, portraying Murong Xian would be incredibly easy.
Therefore, the problem she faced was never about whether she could act well, but rather how to strike a balance.
When all aspects of her appearance, temperament, and age were in perfect alignment, a little effort would be enough to bring the character to life.
The danger lay in becoming too immersed, leading to an overdone performance and an awkward situation of excessive acting.
With this thought, Jiang Ling felt a sense of release. She immediately relaxed and approached the role with a relatively ordinary mindset.
As Jiang Ling relaxed, the purity, vitality, and liveliness befitting her age naturally emerged. With every gesture, she was a true immortal, untouched by worldly affairs and untainted by the mundane.
"All departments, get in position! Let's start quickly!"
Huang Jing was stunned by Jiang Ling's transformation. He assumed she was starting to act, brewing her emotions in advance, which was why she exuded the ethereal aura of the little immortal.
An actor's performance relied seven parts on skill and three parts on emotional state.
However, these three parts of emotional state often determined the final product and the success of the character.
Once an actor found that state, it was crucial to seize the moment and film; otherwise, it would be difficult to recapture once that wave passed.
However, he did not know that Jiang Ling was not actually in character at this moment.
The so-called ethereal aura was simply a detached and elegant temperament that emerged naturally after Jiang Ling relaxed. This temperament, combined with her beauty, became the ethereal aura.
The reason the crew hadn't noticed it before was primarily that Jiang Ling's demeanor and actions in her daily life were too mature, so mature that people overlooked her age.
They had assumed she was a seasoned and composed woman who had weathered countless storms.
If anyone were to tell everyone then that Jiang Ling was only eighteen years old, few would believe it.
Jiang Ling withdrew her mature aura, and the ethereal aura, a blend of the innocence and purity of her physical form, was revealed unknowingly.
Therefore, she wasn't acting; she was portraying herself, naturally pure and unadorned, without any trace of artificial sculpting.
With this pure, unaffected ethereal aura, unblemished by the dust of the world, Jiang Ling effortlessly portrayed the little immortal, without any pressure.
"Cut!"
After a long scene was finished, Huang Jing excitedly shouted "Cut!"
"Jiang Ling, come and watch. Your performance in this scene was truly excellent, absolutely brilliant. This is the little immortal I envisioned."
The crew members, looking at Jiang Ling on the monitor, couldn't hide their astonishment.
Perhaps it was because the previous four roles Jiang Ling had played were characters with complex personalities and extreme contrasts.
Many had assumed she was only suited for roles like yanderes, schemers, maniacs, or enchanting demons who embodied both beauty and wildness.
They hadn't expected her to be so outstanding in portraying a simple, one-dimensional character like the little immortal.
Her acting was so good that it was difficult to describe.
Jiang Yu Shuang, watching Jiang Ling perform for the first time up close, was also deeply impressed by her acting.
At eighteen years old, her acting rivaled that of an eighty-year-old master artist. Truly terrifying!
Jiang Ling took a deep breath, snapping back from the little immortal's state, and walked over to watch the playback on the monitor.